His hands fall to my hips and he massages them slowly, his eyes on me the whole time.
“You’re… big,” I say.
He smiles. “Why, thank you,” he replies. “Nicest thing you’ve said to me all night.”
I smile back at him through my nerves.
Cillian sits up a little, supporting himself on his elbows. “Don’t worry, beautiful,” he says gently. “We’ll take it slow.”
And that’s all I really need.
Reassurance.
The knowledge that I’m safe with him. That he’ll catch me like he said he would.
I lean in and kiss him hard on the lips. I kiss him until I’m wet again and desperate to soothe the beating ache between my legs.
I raise my hips and he lines up his cock with my pussy.
I can feel him at my lips, rubbing his tip up and down, teasing his way in.
And then his hands come around my hips and he grips hard. He pulls me down at the same moment he thrusts his hips up and the entire length of him fills me in one swift thrust.
“Oh, God!” I cry out. “Fuck…!”
The pain sluicing through me lasts only a few seconds. Then pleasure takes hold.
It feels thick and tangible. All-consuming.
He eases himself in and out of me, but his thrusts are slow and I know he’s holding back. Waiting for me to give a signal that I want more.
For now, though, I like how slow we’re going.
I want to drink in every moment. To savor this feeling.
But the hunger rises up sooner rather than later, and I find myself craving more. So, once I’m comfortable, I push off him and start riding him.
Cillian lies back and stares at me, his hands squeezing my breasts and running over my nipples with naked admiration.
As the heat between my legs build, I start riding him faster.
My hips thrust back and forth and he’s so deep inside me that I can barely tell where he ends and I begin.
“Fuck, baby,” Cillian groans. “I’m gonna…”
I can already feel his orgasm. It’s shivering through his body, ready to break. He’s holding back with all his might, but it’s a losing battle.
Good.
I want him to lose.
I want him to erupt for me the way I’m erupting for him.
I put my hands on his chest, and bear down, bucking hard, giving him everything I have.
My second orgasm is more intense than the first. Maybe because this time, my eyes are locked on Cillian’s, and he comes within seconds of me.
The world goes dark for a moment like a TV that’s lost its signal. I gasp, splutter, and keep riding like my life depends on it.